It's two days before the pregnancy test and I am starting to decline.  Since before our IUI, when the doc told me that my uterine lining was skimpy and he doubted the procedure would work, I have had low expectations.  But as the test draws near, that infernal hope builds and I cannot help getting swept up in it.   Yesterday evening I started to feel nauseated, a feeling I had again this morning.  My husband tried to hide a smile.  I did too.  Today I've been able to think of nothing but the tiny twangs and twitches in my body.  I've started dragging -- but is that from pregnancy fatigue or from the depression that is resolutely battling my hope, who will be DAMNED if I get hurt again on Friday?  Can't they give me coma-inducing drugs for today, tomorrow, and Friday?  Why do I have to go through this again?  Why do I have to hold out my just-knit wound and risk it being torn open again?  I'm so tired!